Chapter 3 - Strange Feelings**

Eirana Nevada pov

"I felt rage burning, scorching rage flowing through my body like a raging volcano ready to erupt at any moment. How dare this ant, this trash, insult my son!" My calm, cold voice echoed through the crowd, sending shivers down everyone's spine. "Since Starlia's demonstration wasn't clear, I will show everyone here what happens when the royal family is disrespected."

The elf who had earlier looked confident with his green eyes shimmering was now on the verge of tears. His expression was that of a pathetic mutt covered in fear, looking like he was about to soil himself. He tried to speak, but his words were muffled by the fact his mouth was frozen shut. I snapped my fingers and froze his manhood, making sure the process was slow and agonizing, ensuring he felt the ice slowly freezing every part of his penis and balls.

"Mhmmmm!" Tears ran down his face as he let out a muffled scream that echoed throughout the forest despite his frozen mouth. The fear in the forest was palpable; it was as if time had stopped for everyone but the elf. No one dared to speak, move, or even breathe—not man, woman, or child. Everyone just stood there, waiting for this to be over.

I snapped my fingers again. Ice slowly traveled up his body from his torso to his arms and legs. "Ahhh," he let out another blood-curdling scream that echoed once again throughout the entire forest. I made sure to make the process as slow as possible, ensuring he could feel his bones slowly being frozen. After what felt like an eternity, his entire body was frozen, all except his head. His skin, once a pale snowy white which signified his Elven heritage, was now a vibrant midnight blue. By this point, his voice was gone, and he had already soiled himself. He was, for lack of a better term, 'bawling his eyes out like a baby girl.' I looked at the once-proud elf with disdain clear in my eyes.

"Guards, hang him outside the gates of the kingdom," I said in a tone that could freeze oceans.

Two elven guards appeared in sparks of green light. They were wearing ice-blue armor that glistened in the sunlight. On the chest piece of the armor was the logo of the elven kingdom, the kingdom of Nimloth, which was the world tree. They bowed before me. "As you command, Empress," they responded to my order before standing tall, grabbing the elf, and teleporting away in sparks of green light.

I followed suit, knowing the message was sent and I needed time to think and process my emotions. The familiar warmth of teleportation magic enveloped my body, and in a flash of green light, I was gone.

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**Inside the Royal Chamber**

The royal chamber was the perfect representation of beauty and affluence. The entire room, from the walls to the furniture, was made out of ice that beautifully sparkled and glittered in the sunlight, giving the air in the room an air of uniqueness and tranquility. The furniture, from the various dressers to the wardrobe, looked like it was crafted by the finest carpenter. Every detail, no matter how small, was perfect. But the most beautiful thing in the room was the nothing short of majestic king-size bed in the center of the room. The mattress was made out of Solaria, the softest and most comfortable material in the elven kingdom. It was said when someone laid on a bed made out of Solaria, it was like laying directly on clouds. If this wasn't enough, the mattress made out of Solaria was paired with sheets made out of the most comfortable silk in the kingdom. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that this bed was a sleepaholic's dream.

All different types of elves were maintaining the room by using various spells and contraptions. In sparks of green light, Eirana Nevada appeared in the royal chamber. All the elven maids were suddenly stunned, as Eirana never used the royal chamber this early during the day. They were just about to bow when they heard Eirana speak. "Leave," she said in her usual cold and no-nonsense tone. The maids were confused, but they nodded their heads, and in sparks of green light, they were gone. Eirana sat down on her bed and, for the first time in years, she was confused. She was experiencing all different types of strange feelings. She felt anger at the fool who dared to disrespect her son to the point that she froze his body with one spell made for inflicting the most agony possible. The spell was called "Arahim Ilumë Nelya" and was designed to freeze the victim's body while making sure their body never adapted to the frozen temperature. This spell was also infused with healing magic, so while being frozen, they would be alive for centuries to experience everything until the magic of the spell wore off, which wouldn't be anytime soon. Alongside the anger, Eirana felt a fierce instinct to protect and cherish Tarious. "Just why am I feeling this way?" Eirana said, her voice for the first time in centuries having a hint of emotion. What it was, she didn't know. Her face, a testament to the years spent wearing a cold expression, remained the same. Only when one looked into her marigold yellow eyes could they see a hint of the emotional conflict that warred within her soul.

Eirana remembered the day Tarious and his sister Starlia were born. She felt pure and utter disdain when looking at him. After all, he was weak, and she hated weakness more than anything in this world. It was safe to say Eirana had never loved any of her children. Even Starlia, despite her talent, only made her feel proud, nothing more. It's just the way she was raised. She was raised for the kingdom since birth; she was raised to be better than everyone else, to excel, to be superior. Her parents taught her that strength is the only thing that truly matters in this world. Her father used to say, "The strong decide what's right and wrong; the weak have no choice but to accept the words of the strong as laws." She was raised never to show or feel emotions. "A queen cannot let feelings guide her actions. You must rule with a clear head and an iron fist," her mother would say. The only emotion she was allowed to show freely was pride and the joy of crushing her enemies. So why was she feeling like this? Why did she suddenly want to hug Tarious and make sure he was okay? Why did she suddenly want to protect him from harm? What was this feeling?

Author here:this chapter isn't as Intricately described when it comes to details as I would like tell me what you guys think ? Should I rewrite it?